Half of a glass
Gloom and doom alas?
Delight and light surpass?
What rest within your glass?
Wine from a vine so divine it is hard to define
Or ale from a pale that is stale and simply fails
Chose a side of thine to uphold and abide
To wail your tale in detail atop of a bale
When you see the sun, do you shun away
Or come out to play
When you glance at blood, do you fret?
Or just the opposite
When the rains, does it pour?
Or do you reach for the door and go out and explore
As for me on all three I say yes
All are crucial for life to exist
As for my glass
It is not half full
It is not half empty
It simply has something inside
For me that is enough
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